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stopdoopy Mar 2021
I'm here for you
I'm gay for you
if you want it to stop
well baby it's too late
you had a chance to tell me I'd never be a top
but instead you accelerated my heartrate
Dedicated to all my gay overwatch friends who liked this poem
Eleanor Sinclair Aug 2018
When the lights dim and the music gets loud
I search for your face that I lost in the crowd
I sway back and fourth to the sound of the beat
My hips constant motion matches the rhythm of my feet
And I survey the dance floor looking for a suitor
But I know you’ll dance with me no matter what and not her
The music penetrates my soul and mind
You’re the only body I want to find
Pull me close and never let me go
Take me out to every late show
And I’ll dance with you from the night till the dawn
And we’ll never have a dull moment or the faintest yawn
We’ll party like it’s 1983
And at the fading of the music I’ll get to take you home with me
And if I’m lucky you’ll spend the night
We’ll wake up together from the sunbeams of light
And we’ll do it all over again
When we can
Because honey your body pressed up again mine
Is nothing short of blissful, divine
And feeling your heat radiate through me
Is better than a sedative or a tranquilizer at subduing me
I call your name in my head in the club
In anticipation of seeing you my thoughts blow up
And I can’t wait till our eyes meet once more
I knew I wanted you the moment you walked through that door
Dance with me under the moon and the sun
Come on baby, the night is still young
anna Aug 2018
i walk around my kitchen
at half past one in the morning
sipping on water in silence
as my parents are sound asleep.
why am i not sleeping, too?
i’m restless,
i can’t bring myself to settle down.
maybe i’m anticipating your call,
which will never come
or your knock at my door,
which will never happen,
and yet i keep myself awake
hoping you will be the first to say
i’m sorry
a.m.
Yule Aug 2018
I'll just stay up
since I cannot
let you off my mind.

— wide awake in thoughts of you
{nj.b}
Jessy Eisele Jul 2018
It’s three in the morning and the darkness is suffocating
A picture of a happy family rests next to me
But I haven’t known them for a long time
I think back
Where we ever really happy?

Please stop looking at me like that
Please stop yelling at me
I’m not worthless, or lazy, or stupid
Am I?
Please tell me you were joking
Tell me water isn’t thicker than blood
Where did you go?
Why did you leave?






I toss and turn
The invisible chains of the past cut deep into my wrists
The voices scream and my head pounds
Tears spill out of my eyes and blood gushes from where I’ve bitten my lip too hard
Please save your little girl
Please tell me you still love me

Broken is my mind
The smile is a lie
So go ahead, friends and classmates, and push and punch and beat me
Abuse my body like they abused my heart and brain
Please don’t stop until I’m not crying anymore
Please don’t stop until I stop breathing
Please **** me, it’ll be a better fate

What is this?
Therapy?
So you finally realize that your child is broken?
You finally admit it, I’m a mistake?
You want me to become something?
To be just like you?
To have no voice?
Yes, of course, whatever you say
I’ll never be good enough for you, will I?

It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?
I’m broken but happy and getting better
No, don’t ever call me that name again
Never call me baby girl
Who you thought I was never existed
I was just trying to be something you wanted
So please, leave me alone
Please just go
Please let me heal and grieve
Please know I love you no matter what I say
But I, we, can never be the same
So please be proud and happy with the fact you almost killed your daughter
Please never forget
Please do me this one favor
Please?
I originally wrote this for school, let me know what you think.
Deepti Jul 2018
She was lost deep in the ocean of her own thoughts,
She grew up facing all odds,
The dark past made her so strong,
She believed whatever she did she was not wrong.

The tears she shed in the past,
The sleepless nights were very vast,
The tears she shed in the dark night,
Didn't fade away till morning light.

Now she is not the one she used to be,
She is very different from you and me,
Now I see her real self,
Not even asking for help.

She is no more the same,
She moved and made a change,
She is all set for tomorrow,
And she has now ended living in sorrow.

-Deepti
Sometimes a change is all we need.
JAC Jul 2018
The rain drapes the windshield in sheets
and the radio doesn't reach any stations

cold integrity darkens the interior
of Alex's rusty crimson Camaro

it's never this quiet on the highway
sliding between light and lightning

laid bare by a flash across the sky
naked at the sound of thunder

what use is running away
if all you can do is drive.
Back to the Camaro reference, I guess? It seems to be some sort of vessel for nostalgiac feelings and a longing for memories that have never actually happened, which I don't mind.
Alice Baker Jul 2018
Is it weird that I still think of you?

Its been nearly 3 years since we last spoke.

I only knew you for 1 year and 2 months.

But, when I think of everything we went through.

When I think of all the lessons we both learned, how hard so many of them were, how long it took to heal from them...

It’s hard not to wonder if you think of me too.

I don’t miss you anymore, I havent for a long time.

But I wonder.
Heres to an ex i will never speak to, and will always care about. Im sorry we crashed and burned the way we did.
Lynnia Jul 2018
i stayed up too late
writing this rhyme
i can’t even bear
to look at the time
they say, “close your eyes”
they don’t know jack
closed eyes do not help
an insomniac
my body’s asleep
my brain is on fire
can’t seem to convince
myself that i’m tired
i do my best thinking
snug in my bed
while thoughts irish line dance
their way through my head
my mother won’t have it
she gave me some tea
but i still can’t seem
to catch any z’s
maybe my inner clock’s
way out of whack?
i still can’t help being
an insomniac.
Written at 1:27 AM on a Monday morning when I had to get up at 7:30. Happy Monday to me . . .
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